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CHAPTER 1: THE CREATION

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As always, Doctor Hall returned to his lab after reading the newspaper and continued his project, his creation. It was almost finished. It could already talk, show emotions, think for itself and function otherwise like a human being.

The purpose for creating this "human", was to make an everlasting friend for the lonely Edward. Though everyone thought Edward -the man who had scissors for fingers- had died in a fight, Doctor Hall had his doubts. So many years had gone by when the people of Suburbia had driven the innocent and harmless Edward back to his castle up the hill, but nobody ever entered the castle again. Nobody had actually seen Edward's body, there was no real proof...

Doctor Hall hated the way the people had used Edward and then driven him back to where he came from, being alone once again. Doctor Hall wanted Edward to have someone to talk to, let him know that there was at least someone out there who would be there for him, always.

Doctor Hall had another purpose of creating the human. He wanted to fulfill what he thought Edward's greatest desire was: hands. And therefore, he placed the information about how to replace Edward's scissors with hands, into his creation's mind.

Doctor Hall wanted his creation to be just like what he had heard about Edward; innocent, honest and obedient, but more advanced. After he had seen how much he could learn his own creation, how much information it could store, Hall couldn't resist trying to give it as much information as he could find. Soon the proud doctor became obsessed by making something much better and more intelligent than the average human and simply forgot all about the reasons he had created his human in the first place.

Creating a female was already a challenge to Doctor Hall, but to make it even more intelligent than human-kind...!

Of course it was bound to fail. Doctor Hall looked proudly upon his creation as he put some sort of big iron ring around her neck, which had one wire to link to one of his machines. She blinked her grey eyes as she felt more information -this time about how to make all kinds of modern appliances, such as a TV or a computer, herself- reaching her mind. Because of her long black hair, which had to be braided to prevent it from getting stuck in one of the machines- her face seemed to be paler than it already was, though it wasn't as pale as Edward's face. She wore a black leather costume, somewhat similar to what Edward wore.

Doctor Hall held his coffee in his right-hand as he controlled the machine -where his creation was linked to- with his left. For a moment his thoughts wandered off, thinking about what his creation could be able of doing once it was finished. But wandering off became a fatal mistake. His machine began to overload. It wasn't until he heard little beeps that he fell back to reality. His eyes looked searching for a reason of what went wrong and in order to save his precious creation he had worked so hard on over the years, his fear of damaging it made him act in a hurry without considering that his next move would rule out every possibility of saving it. Instead of clear thinking and simply switch off the machine so it would be cut off from electricity, he moved his hand over every button of the machine, trying to shut it down. But because of his hasty moves, he accidentally let go of his cup of coffee. The cup hit the machine and spilled coffee all over it. It caused the machine to short-circuit. Doctor Hall wanted to remove his hands from the machine but it was already too late. He felt the electric shocks rush through his body, more and more. Much more than he could take...or his creation...

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Hours went by in complete silence. His body lay next to hers on the cold floor, facing each other. His face was just as pale as hers. All he had worked on, his life-work, his pride, and at one point; his friend, he would never see her again. Nor would she him, not alive. Her grey eyes cried as she gazed upon his face. She knew he would never be able to see her again. Not even once, for he wasn't here anymore. Just his body.

More hours passed by. Then, finally, she sat up slowly, looking around. She noticed she was still wearing the iron ring around her neck. There was a wire attached to it and linked to the broken machine that had caused this upsetting situation.

She stood up, pulling at the wire to get it out of the machine. It came loose. She tried to get the wire loose from the ring and the ring off of her neck, but neither of it succeeded. She killed her attempts as her eyes went back to her creator lying down on the floor.

She wanted to cry out his name, to express her helplessly feeling in the hope of getting a respond, even though she knew he would never respond to anything again. She opened her mouth and cried out, but it wasn't his name she uttered. It were a bunch of sounds that made no sense. She tried again, and again, but the same thing happened over and over. No sensible words escaped her mouth, not one, just arbitrary sounds.

She then realized she didn't know how to speak anymore. Fear hit her when it became clear to her that a huge amount of information which was once stored in her mind, had disappeared. She wanted to run away from this situation, she wanted to hide, but knew it wouldn't change anything. It made her knees weak, not knowing what to do. She stepped back but tripped as a result of her fear and confusion…